That Very Time I Saw Home By Train
pleading this day to let go while i am sinking deeply
into my seat. watching vague scenes fly by the window.
and i can still feel the presence. sense the smell in the
air. feel the weight on my shoulder. but i am almost
there. adding up the day's final score. looks like i am
always well behind. hoping the next day to have more in
store next time. since this one promised it would. and i
will not ever surrender as long as i will be taken back.
as long as i can think of something better... at last.
